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Around the bend On the usual street with the usual words Exchanged in hushed whispers Is anyone listening? Across the avenue A loud sound, or two, or eleven Exchanged from one gentleman to the next I fear for myself Under the bridge The pressure of my peers Exchanged under the palm, between fingers Do I dare succumb? Beyond my window A grouping of indifference, single file Exchanged by words held aloft I see familiar faces Hear familiar voices Feel familiar feelings Through the city On my way to school Exchanging hands with Sister, tightly I don’t feel safe here
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Jan 28, 2010
Jan 28, 2010 at 12:48 PM UTC
An Afternoon Here
Around the bend On the usual street with the usual words Exchanged in hushed whispers Is anyone listening? Across the avenue A loud sound, or two, or eleven Exchanged from one gentleman to the next I fear for myself Under the bridge The pressure of my peers Exchanged under the palm, between fingers Do I dare succumb? Beyond my window A grouping of indifference, single file Exchanged by words held aloft I see familiar faces Hear familiar voices Feel familiar feelings Through the city On my way to school Exchanging hands with Sister, tightly I don’t feel safe here
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Jan 28, 2010
Jan 28, 2010 at 12:48 PM UTC
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